"Stop moving." She says and keeps a tight grip on my jaw. I roll my eyes and looking the mirror and watch her. Her brows are knitted together in concentration. She has her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes are squinted slightly. I tilt my head slightly into a more comfortable position and she jerks me back towards her.
"Babyyy." She groans impatiently. "Okay, I'll stop." I close my eyes and focus on the feeling or her hand on my face. One hand guiding down the razor blade. "You don't even have any facial hair." She tells me. I look back into the mirror and see that she's missed several spots. "You missed a bit." I tell her and she frowns. She tilts my head to the side. "Ah shit." She matters and grabs some more of the shaving foam and applies it onto my face again for what feels like the one hundredth time today.
She keeps missing certain parts but thankfully she hasn't managed to cut me yet.
I feel a sharp pinch on my skin suddenly. I spoke to soon. She grabs the wash cloth and presses it against my face. "I'm sorry." She says while wrapping her small arms around my waist. I pick her up so she's sat in front of me on the counter. I stand in between her legs and press my self against her. She nuzzles her face into my neck and sighs.
"You smell nice." She pulls me in closer to her. My hands still on her hips. "Yeah? I'm using that aftershave you got me last year." I admit to her and she pulls away slowly. I see a small wall of tears build up at her water line. "You wear that?" She asks me and I don't understand why this is so much of a shock to her." I nod. "Yeah. I've always used it. I used to use it not that often though because it reminded me of you and I never thought we would be back together again so I didn't want to use it too fast." I explain to her and I watch as she studies my face.
"But now I can use it all the time." I press my lips against hers and she sighs into the innocent kiss that quickly becomes heated. My hand makes it way underneath her shirt. She stops my hand by grabbing my hand. I raise an eyebrow, silently asking her why she stopped me. "We need to go meet the others remember? We agreed to go on a double date with Vanessa and Sam." She smiles softly as she hops down from the counter. I groan.
"I didn't know we had to actually go to that thing." I complain skimping down onto the small chair in the corner of the bedroom.
"Well obviously." I see her role her eyes at me. I'm not a fan of dates in general, let alone dates with Sam and Vanessa. I've been in a room with the two of them before and they couldn't keep there hands off eachother for one minute. I think that I've witnessed every single kiss while I was with them. Something I don't want to go through again. I shudder at the haunting memory and stand up again.
I stand behind Jo who has her hands raised above her head tying her hair into a ponytail. It looks almost perfect, not one hair out of place. It reminds me of her, she always likes things to be a certain way.
I wrap my arms around her waist and burry my face into her neck. "Why can't we just stay here and spend some time alone." I say into her neck and she shakes her head. "We promised." She says sternly.
"Go get ready." She speaks as she hits me on the ass. I drag myself to the wardrobe and grab a plain back tee and some black ripped jeans. "Wait should I wear a white or black t-shirt?" I ask her. "Oh my god Hero, it's just a t-shirt."
I roll my eyes at her.
Last year.
"Babe what should I wear? This or this?" She asks me, raising up two dresses. Ones relatively short and comes up half way up her thighs. The other one is white and flowy, it's also rather innocent looking. My thoughts remind me of Hardin and the way that he always loved Tessa wearing white. I guess that's one of the many things that we have in common.
"The white one." I tell her. "Don't you think it looks a bit too childish?" She tilts her head. "Then just wear the black one." I reply back to her while trying to find something of my own to wear. "Or maybe I should wear the pink one." She considers while dragging her hand through her wardrobe to try and find something to wear. "Do you think pink looks too weird for going to a club?" She asks me again and I groan.
"My god jo, I don't know. Just wear whatever you want, you would look good wearing a garbage bag so either way you will look fantastic." I can see her staring at me in the mirror. "I love you." I turn around to look at her again. I grab a hold of her hips and kiss her. In between kisses I declare my love for her too.
